Say a Prayer

I’m fixing to say a prayer.

Did you ever wonder what happens to a prayer when it gets to heaven? I mean how are they received and processed?

Is there a committee of Angels whose sole assignment is to sort them out into numbered priorities and present them to the Almighty? How many did they receive each day?

After a great deal of wondering about this I received a revelation concerning my curiosity. It took place in the form of an Angel taking me on a tour in Heaven where I was escorted into a large workroom in which a vast number of other Angels were huddled in groups and passing a lot of papers back and fourth between themselves as they conversed one with another, or one to several.

It was explained to me that this was the receiving station, where all petitions to the Almighty were first reviewed before being passed on with a recommendation to grant or to deny, and that millions were received every second.

When I inquired as to how those decisions were arrived upon, my escort pointed out a prayer from a former president of the U.S. who was requesting that he be allowed to take up a renewed residence in the White House, which had just been stamped with a little red devil’s head, meaning that it was destined for the denial heap.

He then showed me a stack of prayers stamped with a golden crown indicating they would be passed on for final approval. When I glanced at some of these I noticed that most of them were prayers for food, shelter and clothing, and that they came from 75 percent of the people in the world.

I observed others in the approved stack requesting they be relieved from their destitute situations, and was informed that they came from 92 percent of the people in the world. The third largest stack of approved ones concerned requests for health and relief from illness.

Next I was escorted down a long shimmering hallway into another large room where many Angels were working hard packaging up the graces and blessings people had asked for. This was known as the packaging and delivery section, where after final approval, were being readied for delivery.

Finally, at the farthest end of another long corridor we came into a very small room where one solitary Angel was sitting and reading from a large volume, with seemingly nothing else to occupy their time.

When I inquired as to the function of this section, I was informed this was the acknowledgment section, where people whose prayers were answered sent back a prayer of thankfulness for the blessings they had received.

I’m fixing to say, “Thank you, Lord, for all my blessings!”